The president of a wealthy family imprisoned the wild bride

At Li Jie's insistence, Fu Sichen finally went to take a CT scan.

Li Jie flipped through the report and made sarcastic remarks: "It seems that Uncle Fu is old, and he kicked too much..."

"Okay, you can take the report and go back to your errand, hurry up and get out!" If it wasn't for Fu Sichen's inconvenient legs, he would really kick Li Jie.

Gu Meng originally wanted to catch up with Zhao Qi, but seeing how depressed he was, Gu Meng made an appointment with him to drink coffee at Rose's shop tomorrow afternoon.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning when Fu Sichen and Zhao Qi returned to the Langqiao Waterside Pavilion.

He saw Lu Zijian's black Maybach parked at the entrance of the villa from a distance, and the depression in his heart dissipated a lot in an instant.

Fu Sichen said silently in his heart: He still cares about me.

As soon as a curved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his face froze, and his hands unconsciously touched the top of his head.

Seeing this, Zhao Qi hurriedly asked, "Sichen, does the wound still hurt?"

Fu Sichen shook his head, thinking how could I appear in front of Lu Zijian with such a ghostly appearance?

In his opinion, having a "vortex" cut out on the top of his head is more embarrassing than being punched and kicked by his father, I don't know how many levels.

The car slowly stopped at the gate of the villa, and Zhao Qi glanced at Lu Zijian who was sitting in the back row through the car window: "Sichen, I'll go in first."

Fu Sichen said without looking sideways: "Let's go together."

Just as Zhao Qi was about to say something, the driver had already opened the door for Fu Sichen and prepared the electric wheelchair.

Fu Sichen got out of the car and got into the wheelchair, and pressed the power button as if fleeing.

Seeing that the wheelchair was about to slide into the villa, a voice suddenly sounded from behind Fu Sichen.

"Sichen."

The moment Fu Sichen heard Lu Zijian's voice, he stopped the wheelchair. He didn't look back, but he didn't move forward either, and just sat in the wheelchair without moving.

Zhao Qi saw the two stalemate for a while in the car, and then Lu Zijian stepped forward and pushed the wheelchair into the villa.

He slowly leaned back in the chair and breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the driver, "Please take me home, thank you."

The next afternoon, when Gu Meng went to the rose coffee shop, she found that Zhao Qi had already arrived first.

He chose a corner position, wearing all-encompassing earphones, and tapped on the computer keyboard with his slender fingers.

He was so absorbed in preparing his portfolio that he didn't even notice that Gu Meng walked up to him.

Gu Meng patted Zhao Qi on the shoulder and asked, "Brother Qi, when did you arrive?"

Zhao Qi was taken aback by the photograph, seeing that it was Gu Meng, he took off his earphones: "I'll be here right after lunch."

Gu Meng was a little surprised to hear Zhao Qi say that. After all, Zhao Qi was worried about Fu Sichen last night because she saw it.

Gu Meng asked: "Second Brother Fu, is he feeling better today?"

"It should be better..." Zhao Qi picked up the coffee and took a sip, "Gu Meng, what do you want to drink? I invite you."

"No, this is Rose's store," Gu Meng raised her eyebrows, "I want to have the right to free orders forever here."

Zhao Qi smiled lightly: "Look, you are beautiful."

When Zhao Qi just said the word "should", Gu Meng paid attention, seeing that he was not in high spirits, she tentatively asked: "Brother Qi, didn't you stay at the Langqiao Waterside Pavilion last night to take care of Second Brother Fu? "

"No," Zhao Qi turned off the computer, "Mr. Lu went to see Si Chen last night, and I went home to stay."

"Oh--"

Gu Meng scanned the QR code and ordered himself a latte with sugar and milk, and said jokingly, "Brother Qi, I remember you told me at the airport before you went abroad that you were going to pursue Second Brother Fu, why did you back off all of a sudden?" gone?"

"I'm not holding back, I'm just..."

Gu Meng looked up at Zhao Qi: "What is it?"

Zhao Qi sighed softly, and turned his face out of the window: "I don't want to disturb them, the world of three people is too crowded."

Gu Meng nodded in agreement, and changed the topic: "Brother Qi, what are your plans for the future? Will you come back to form a band after Second Brother Fu fully recovers?"

"No, I plan to stay in the United States to study."

During Zhao Qi's care of Fu Sichen, he learned English every minute, prepared his portfolio, and worked as a waiter in a bar at night to earn money, all in preparation for studying abroad.

Gu Meng knew that Zhao Qi was planning to apply to the Berklee College of Music before, and she was very happy to see that Zhao Qi didn't give up his music dream because of Fu Sichen. She didn't like falling in love.

"By the way, Brother Qi, do you know? Jack works at the headquarters of the glm company in New York, and Rose said that he seems to be an assistant to a particularly awesome music producer."

"Wow...that's really great. In fact, that kid is quite talented, but he is too playful."

"Well, indeed," Gu Meng pursed her lips, "He also holds a grudge!"

It's quite vengeful!Zhao Qi said so in his heart.

Since Zhao Qi left without saying goodbye, Jack never took the initiative to contact him again. Every time Zhao Qi wanted to greet him, he would always think of the scene where Jack confessed to him that night, and finally nothing happened.

Zhao Qi shook his head, shook off those embarrassing memories, and asked, "Gu Meng, what about you? What are your plans for the future?"

"I?"

In fact, Gu Meng does not have her own clear dreams and plans like Zhao Qi. Before, she was full of thoughts about being independent and leaving the Gu family, but she seldom thought about what her future would be like.

Gu Meng chose a major on a whim before, and those densely packed majors really made her choose.

When she saw the fashion design major, Gu Meng suddenly remembered that Gu Cheng had burned all the clothes her mother had sewn for her before she was alive because she believed in the words of the Taoist exorcist. this profession.

Gu Meng laughed at himself and said, "I don't have any big ambitions. Maybe I will be an unknown eighteenth-line fashion designer in the future."

"Impossible!" Zhao Qi didn't believe it at all, and said with a half-smile: "Gu Meng, I'm optimistic about you."

Gu Meng smiled sweetly: "Well, Brother Qi, when you come back from your studies, I will ask Jack to release an album for you, and after you become popular, introduce more clients from the entertainment and fashion circles to me. Go to the first and second tiers of the industry, and I will never embarrass you."

Zhao Qi also laughed: "Hahaha...you are really good at calculating!"

Gu Meng never expected that his words would become a prophecy.